viona

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viona ─ ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ 17, blk, he/him | "perfect silhouette, voice like heaven."

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🍰 . fics • crush on me 2 (romllis) | 1, 2, 3

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song of the day 🧁🖤

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knot me pt.6 ₊.·˚♱

rommulas x fem!reader text fic

texts + social media *‧₊˚✧ timeline: april 2026

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Crush on Me 2 | romllis (ch. 3)

pairing: 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗑 2𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗌

tags: 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗎, 𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼!𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽!𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗌, 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉

summary: 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇. 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅, 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇.

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back & forth we go

After his talk with Roman, and the slightly odd agreement they had, Hollis expected a totally new vibe between them. He thought he’d introduce him to his friends and smirk as they raised their eyebrows in surprise at how quickly he changed Roman’s opinion on him. Thought he’d include him in their little group, laugh at Chessa’s complaints about how another one of her friends was being mind controlled by him. Maybe they’d even hang out, just the two of them after school. He’d do his best not to flirt too hard, but he couldn’t promise anything. He found himself imagining interactions with Roman at all random times of the day, fighting off the fluttering in his stomach whenever thoughts of him arose. 

But truthfully, he hadn’t seen Roman anywhere but the two classes they shared. And knowing Hollis’ tendency to skip, even those sightings were rare. He couldn’t catch him in the hallways, didn’t see him at lunch or at dismissal. He’d doubt he’d see him at any school games, because if Hollis wasn’t the type to go, then Roman absolutely wasn’t, either. 

It just felt so odd, to never see a face he was constantly and actively looking for. Maybe he wasn’t looking hard enough. Maybe he was looking too hard. He couldn’t comprehend it, but he was becoming very confused very quickly. 

But very soon, his initial assumptions were thrown out the window. 

It began on a random Tuesday, about three weeks after Roman’s arrival. He’d been unblocked for a while, but they hadn’t spoken a single word over text or elsewhere. Hollis definitely drafted several things to say to him, but ever since that talk in the hallway, he wasn’t sure what would or wouldn’t set Roman off. So he waited. 

Then he finally saw his opportunity. He was talking to Chessa, a pretty neutral expression on his face but he seemed to be listening to whatever she was ranting about. His arms were crossed, and his phone was at his side, never glancing at it for even a second. Chessa did say he was pretty attentive. 

Tucking his own phone into his pocket, Hollis begins to walk over to the two, meaning to politely scoot Chessa away so he could just talk to Roman. Chessa and Hollis glance at each other, a narrowing of the eyes between them, and then Hollis’ gaze shifts to Roman. The two make brief eye contact before Roman’s whispering something to Chessa and walking the opposite direction. 

Hollis’ face twists up in confusion and the tiniest ounce of hurt. What the hell was his problem? All this time, has Roman been avoiding him? 

He watches him disappear down the hallway, taking a moment before approaching Chessa, visibly disappointed. He stuffs his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and sighs, unsure what to even ask her right now. 

“What was that about?” Hollis finally asks. 

“I don’t know. He said he needed to go talk to a teacher about something.” Chessa shrugs. 

“The moment I appear? He seemed to have no other plans until I showed up.” “Holl. I think you’re overthinking this. Roman has known you for less than a month at this point, the chances of him having some kind of animosity with you are low. Chill out, man. Okay?” 

“Fine. I’m just crazy, I guess.” Hollis throws his hands up. Chessa shakes her head and tells Hollis she’ll catch him later, walking out of view. 

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Even as he got home, what happened earlier stuck with Hollis. He didn’t really believe Chessa at all. Roman had to have seen him, they made eye contact for Christ’s sake. He was avoiding him and that was that. Hollis couldn’t figure out why he was so hung up on it if that was all there was to the story. 

He tried scrolling on his phone for a little, and it worked at first. But when a reel about crushes came on his feed, thoughts of Roman immediately flooded his brain. He groans, possibly attempting to suffocate himself with his pillow before he ultimately caved and texted the group chat about his problem. 

Hollis was fully prepared to go to sleep after talking to Ryan and Nate. He was beat, and on top of this, slowly starting to develop a migraine. Some well needed rest would do him good. 

Not even three minutes after placing his phone on his nightstand, it buzzed against the wooden surface. Hollis grunted, assuming it was Nate or Ryan sending some stupid TikTok to the chat. He grabbed his phone and was about to go off on them and then put his phone on silent, but he noticed a notification from Instagram. It was Roman. Roman, who hadn’t spoken to him in person or through text in almost a full month. Roman, who consciously avoided him today without any explanation. 

The smart move would’ve been to turn his phone off, roll over, and finally fall asleep. Roman would assume he was asleep and it’d have to wait until the morning. It was a good idea. 

Maybe Hollis wasn’t smart, though. He tapped on the notification and was redirected to their otherwise barren chat, a three week timegap in their messages. His eyes skimmed the short text, narrowing as he tried to come up with a response to something so simple yet vague. Before he could think anymore, his thumbs were tapping away at the screen. 

He had to tell Nate and Ryan about this. Prove to them that Roman was possibly as interested as Hollis was, or at least wanted to talk to him. He opened the group chat as fast as he could, typing quickly.

Hollis laughed at his friend's antics, but then a weird feeling settled in his stomach. Here Roman was, pretending he hadn’t a clue about what occurred earlier. Hollis wasn’t buying it, not in the slightest. And the promise he made didn’t even seem genuine. But progress was progress, right? He didn’t want him to block him, nor intentionally ghost him from now on. So he dropped it and tried to just be happy Roman was interacting with him at all. 

Who’s to say Roman wouldn’t immediately go back to ghosting him, though? Brushing past him in  the hallway? He felt desperate; for his attention, his time, his words. He hadn’t gotten this attached to anyone in his entire life, not even girls he’d dated for months. What was so different about Roman? How did he have this ability to shut Hollis up even when it didn’t feel right. 

Sleep was definitely needed now after all of that. Hollis silenced his phone for the night and rolled over. He stares at the wall for a few minutes, countless thoughts wracking through his brain, attempting to keep him awake. 

But soon he was drifting off, and the thoughts that plagued him were held off until tomorrow. 

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The days after their talk were no different. Well, that wasn't completely true. It was slightly different, but it was so odd that it wasn’t explainable. 

In the hallways, Roman would briefly acknowledge Hollis before walking off. A short wave, a half smile, mere eye contact. But he never spoke. Whether he was around Chessa or some of the other friends he picked up or Hollis was with Nate and Ryan, not a single word was exchanged between the two of them. He didn’t sit anywhere near him at lunch, didn’t wait up for him after school, rarely spoke to him between classes. 

But Hollis couldn’t say they hadn’t talked at all. Roman asked him for help sometimes in class, even when it was obvious he paid more attention than Hollis did. He’d even gotten his number. His actual number. They texted after school, in the comfort of their own rooms. The texts fluctuated between slightly flirty and casual, and while Hollis liked talking to Roman, he didn’t quite know what direction this was going in. 

Roman seemed to know Hollis liked him. He had to. No one had told him (or at least Hollis hoped), and he himself hadn’t initiated anything particularly romantic. But Roman’s texts slowly became a little less friendly and a little more flirty over time. They’d even called a few times, just because Roman ‘wanted to hear his voice.’

How was it that Roman was supposedly reciprocating interest in private but avoiding him in public? Which side of him was genuine? Was this a joke? So many different thoughts and theories, no answers, and one confused Hollis. He had spent some time thinking over it, wondering how long it would go on. He overthinked their whatevership whenever Roman passed him in the halls or avoided eye contact at lunch.  And every time, without fail, just a text or call from Roman would put his worries at bay. It was dizzying. 

Very dizzying.

a/n: 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗀 :( 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗑 <3 𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌.

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i read this back and realized a screenshot from rome & holli's insta dms were missing but it is in there now! it'll be the third screenshot now in the part where holli kinda addresses being ignored <3 so sorry about that and thank u for reading even with the error LOL

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I really like your Romllis fic a lot!! Are you gonna keep it á slow burn or speed it up? I love the current pace, much lvoe!! 💟

thank u sm bb! i'm trying to keep it as a slow burn since the original plot was that roman is very aware of hollis' feelings but he's kind of messing with him <3 thank u for the ask, i love talking to u guys 🖤🪽

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can someone write puppy!hollis 🥺🥺 i saw this kind of fic like once or twice here and that was one of the best things like ever.

yk puppy x human, sweet n shy hollis, fluff and all that cute stuff. please🥺

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i love your fics so much. i just wanted to say i appreciate your beautiful mind. 🫶🫶

AWW ily gabs this is so sweet 🥹 it's mutuals like you that motivate me to keep posting <3 💋

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Crush on Me 2 | romllis (ch. 3)

pairing: 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝗑 2𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗌

tags: 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗎, 𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼!𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽!𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗌, 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉

summary: 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇. 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅, 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇.

taglist: @gabisohot @angelverse222 <3 thank u guys sm ilyy !

back & forth we go

After his talk with Roman, and the slightly odd agreement they had, Hollis expected a totally new vibe between them. He thought he’d introduce him to his friends and smirk as they raised their eyebrows in surprise at how quickly he changed Roman’s opinion on him. Thought he’d include him in their little group, laugh at Chessa’s complaints about how another one of her friends was being mind controlled by him. Maybe they’d even hang out, just the two of them after school. He’d do his best not to flirt too hard, but he couldn’t promise anything. He found himself imagining interactions with Roman at all random times of the day, fighting off the fluttering in his stomach whenever thoughts of him arose. 

But truthfully, he hadn’t seen Roman anywhere but the two classes they shared. And knowing Hollis’ tendency to skip, even those sightings were rare. He couldn’t catch him in the hallways, didn’t see him at lunch or at dismissal. He’d doubt he’d see him at any school games, because if Hollis wasn’t the type to go, then Roman absolutely wasn’t, either. 

It just felt so odd, to never see a face he was constantly and actively looking for. Maybe he wasn’t looking hard enough. Maybe he was looking too hard. He couldn’t comprehend it, but he was becoming very confused very quickly. 

But very soon, his initial assumptions were thrown out the window. 

It began on a random Tuesday, about three weeks after Roman’s arrival. He’d been unblocked for a while, but they hadn’t spoken a single word over text or elsewhere. Hollis definitely drafted several things to say to him, but ever since that talk in the hallway, he wasn’t sure what would or wouldn’t set Roman off. So he waited. 

Then he finally saw his opportunity. He was talking to Chessa, a pretty neutral expression on his face but he seemed to be listening to whatever she was ranting about. His arms were crossed, and his phone was at his side, never glancing at it for even a second. Chessa did say he was pretty attentive. 

Tucking his own phone into his pocket, Hollis begins to walk over to the two, meaning to politely scoot Chessa away so he could just talk to Roman. Chessa and Hollis glance at each other, a narrowing of the eyes between them, and then Hollis’ gaze shifts to Roman. The two make brief eye contact before Roman’s whispering something to Chessa and walking the opposite direction. 

Hollis’ face twists up in confusion and the tiniest ounce of hurt. What the hell was his problem? All this time, has Roman been avoiding him? 

He watches him disappear down the hallway, taking a moment before approaching Chessa, visibly disappointed. He stuffs his hands into the pockets of his hoodie and sighs, unsure what to even ask her right now. 

“What was that about?” Hollis finally asks. 

“I don’t know. He said he needed to go talk to a teacher about something.” Chessa shrugs. 

“The moment I appear? He seemed to have no other plans until I showed up.” “Holl. I think you’re overthinking this. Roman has known you for less than a month at this point, the chances of him having some kind of animosity with you are low. Chill out, man. Okay?” 

“Fine. I’m just crazy, I guess.” Hollis throws his hands up. Chessa shakes her head and tells Hollis she’ll catch him later, walking out of view. 

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Even as he got home, what happened earlier stuck with Hollis. He didn’t really believe Chessa at all. Roman had to have seen him, they made eye contact for Christ’s sake. He was avoiding him and that was that. Hollis couldn’t figure out why he was so hung up on it if that was all there was to the story. 

He tried scrolling on his phone for a little, and it worked at first. But when a reel about crushes came on his feed, thoughts of Roman immediately flooded his brain. He groans, possibly attempting to suffocate himself with his pillow before he ultimately caved and texted the group chat about his problem. 

Hollis was fully prepared to go to sleep after talking to Ryan and Nate. He was beat, and on top of this, slowly starting to develop a migraine. Some well needed rest would do him good. 

Not even three minutes after placing his phone on his nightstand, it buzzed against the wooden surface. Hollis grunted, assuming it was Nate or Ryan sending some stupid TikTok to the chat. He grabbed his phone and was about to go off on them and then put his phone on silent, but he noticed a notification from Instagram. It was Roman. Roman, who hadn’t spoken to him in person or through text in almost a full month. Roman, who consciously avoided him today without any explanation. 

The smart move would’ve been to turn his phone off, roll over, and finally fall asleep. Roman would assume he was asleep and it’d have to wait until the morning. It was a good idea. 

Maybe Hollis wasn’t smart, though. He tapped on the notification and was redirected to their otherwise barren chat, a three week timegap in their messages. His eyes skimmed the short text, narrowing as he tried to come up with a response to something so simple yet vague. Before he could think anymore, his thumbs were tapping away at the screen. 

He had to tell Nate and Ryan about this. Prove to them that Roman was possibly as interested as Hollis was, or at least wanted to talk to him. He opened the group chat as fast as he could, typing quickly.

Hollis laughed at his friend's antics, but then a weird feeling settled in his stomach. Here Roman was, pretending he hadn’t a clue about what occurred earlier. Hollis wasn’t buying it, not in the slightest. And the promise he made didn’t even seem genuine. But progress was progress, right? He didn’t want him to block him, nor intentionally ghost him from now on. So he dropped it and tried to just be happy Roman was interacting with him at all. 

Who’s to say Roman wouldn’t immediately go back to ghosting him, though? Brushing past him in  the hallway? He felt desperate; for his attention, his time, his words. He hadn’t gotten this attached to anyone in his entire life, not even girls he’d dated for months. What was so different about Roman? How did he have this ability to shut Hollis up even when it didn’t feel right. 

Sleep was definitely needed now after all of that. Hollis silenced his phone for the night and rolled over. He stares at the wall for a few minutes, countless thoughts wracking through his brain, attempting to keep him awake. 

But soon he was drifting off, and the thoughts that plagued him were held off until tomorrow. 

𓂃⋆.˚

The days after their talk were no different. Well, that wasn't completely true. It was slightly different, but it was so odd that it wasn’t explainable. 

In the hallways, Roman would briefly acknowledge Hollis before walking off. A short wave, a half smile, mere eye contact. But he never spoke. Whether he was around Chessa or some of the other friends he picked up or Hollis was with Nate and Ryan, not a single word was exchanged between the two of them. He didn’t sit anywhere near him at lunch, didn’t wait up for him after school, rarely spoke to him between classes. 

But Hollis couldn’t say they hadn’t talked at all. Roman asked him for help sometimes in class, even when it was obvious he paid more attention than Hollis did. He’d even gotten his number. His actual number. They texted after school, in the comfort of their own rooms. The texts fluctuated between slightly flirty and casual, and while Hollis liked talking to Roman, he didn’t quite know what direction this was going in. 

Roman seemed to know Hollis liked him. He had to. No one had told him (or at least Hollis hoped), and he himself hadn’t initiated anything particularly romantic. But Roman’s texts slowly became a little less friendly and a little more flirty over time. They’d even called a few times, just because Roman ‘wanted to hear his voice.’

How was it that Roman was supposedly reciprocating interest in private but avoiding him in public? Which side of him was genuine? Was this a joke? So many different thoughts and theories, no answers, and one confused Hollis. He had spent some time thinking over it, wondering how long it would go on. He overthinked their whatevership whenever Roman passed him in the halls or avoided eye contact at lunch.  And every time, without fail, just a text or call from Roman would put his worries at bay. It was dizzying. 

Very dizzying.

a/n: 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗀 :( 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗑 <3 𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌.

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[urdigitaloracle]

Just for Now.

2Hollis x Rommulas

Note: This is not based on the song ‘Just for Now’ by Imogen Heap; I simply liked the title. At some point, I will write more about them because I have so many ideas I wanna explore. Also, this is my contribution to Pride. Enjoy! 

Content warning: Smut, oral; they’re both switchy. If there is anything I might have missed, please let me know.

Synopsis: Hollis and Roman have an agreement that they’ve both grown to enjoy, but for reasons neither of them will let on until one fated night.

Roman leans against the balcony lazily as smoke curls from his lips. He flicks his gaze along and quickly pauses when he sees him making out with some woman in a secluded corner. Watching his lips move along hers felt vile. He felt something acidic boiling in the pit of his stomach.

The man flutters his eyes open, feeling someone’s eyes burning into his flesh. He continues to kiss the woman, undeterred by someone watching. He scans the crowd and nearly moans once their eyes meet. He can tell, besides his nonchalant attitude, he is trying to sport; he is livid.

Hollis loved this unspoken game that they always seemed to play. Before their late nights, they’d decide who would pick their lady of the night. Each time they would share a woman, the energy always teetered along a line neither of them seemed to want to explore. Until tonight. He urges the woman to straddle him, not caring for who may see. He craves one man’s gaze. His hands move slowly along the expanse of her back before boldly grasping her ass, tugging her over his groin.

The sight has Roman nearly crushing the cigarette between his fingers, yet he does not tear his eyes away despite the anger festering beneath his skin. He can see him smirking like this is some game only he knows the rules to. He abandons the stick and makes his way over to them. He is standing directly behind her, yet she does not notice. Why would she? She is grinding against his lap like she is in heat. She is too caught up in the clouds of lust to realize the man isn’t even giving her his full attention. His lips may work along hers, but he isn’t focused on her at all.

"Holl." His voice may sound calm, but he is far from it. He pulls from the kiss slowly, giving a small hum of acknowledgement.

"We gotta get out of here; we got that studio session." They both know that’s irrelevant, but he doesn’t call him out on it. The woman on his lap whines in displeasure.

"Sorry, baby. You heard the man." He flicks his tongue along her lips before gently placing her on the couch, leaving her behind. They begin the short walk back to his car, something weighing over them. Each step Roman takes, he finds himself holding onto his very limited self-control, especially considering he had to listen to Hollis humming cheerfully beside him while they occasionally brush against each other.

"That girl was so hot."

He lets out a sound acknowledging but doesn’t say a word. He smiles to himself, knowing he’s getting on his nerves. "I don’t get why we have to rush to the studio. I know you wanted her."

"She was pretty cute."

"Nah, she was more than pretty cute." He glances at him as he speaks. He decides to take it up a notch. "We should take her to the studio with us."

He scoffs at the idea. "Come on, think about it. We record and then we can-"

He presses him harshly against the side of his car, surprising them both. Roman isn’t someone who loses his cool, but Hollis isn’t complaining. He likes this side way more than the brooding, mysterious act he has for the public.

"You think that shit is funny?" He asks, scanning his eyes over to him, keeping him pressed against the car.

"What do you mean, Rom?" His voice is soft and airy, keeping his eyes on him. The man before him seems to become acutely aware of what he is doing and attempts to step back when Hollis grasps his shirt, tugging him closer.

"Nah, don’t try and run from this, from me." He purrs, keeping him close, so they are chest to chest.

"Let me go." His voice is stern, but it is evident he didn’t really mean that, considering he is actively pressing into him.

"Make me."

His hands curl up into fists at his sides. He notices but doesn’t feel an inkling of fear; if anything, he feels pure excitement coursing through his veins. "You gonna hit me now? Will that make you feel better or are you-"

He shoves his hand into his back pocket, retrieving the keys. He clicks the button to unlock the door with a staggered breath and quickly opens it, pushing him in before following right behind him.

He looks over at the man, his heart heavy with longing that he cannot ignore. Hollis keeps his eyes on him but makes no move to close the gap. Of course, he wants him, yet in that same breath, he refuses to give him the easy way out. If he wants him so bad, he is more than capable of showing him.

Roman finally looks away from him. "Let’s go to the studio." He concedes to the internal thoughts working at an overdrive.

"Pussy." He murmurs as he reaches for the keys.

That quickly sets him off, and he practically lunges at him. Their lips meet, and Roman yanks his hair, shoving his tongue into his mouth. Hollis tugs him onto his lap, needing to feel all of him. He yanks from his embrace with an annoyed huff. "Don’t try to treat me like that girl from earlier." He laughs at the comment and moves to straddle him instead. "I was just trying to make it easier for you, Rom, because if I’m being honest, I have no intention of leaving until I get to taste you at least."

His Adam's apple bobs as the blonde trails his hand down his chest. He is taking his time, and it is driving him mad. He shifts anxiously, craving more from him. "You have that mouth for a reason, babe. Use it for me. Tell me what you want. I’m not a mind reader."

"Holl, please don’t make me-"

He tuts, cutting him off. "No begging. Be good for me and use your words, baby."

He closes his eyes, feeling a profusion of thoughts and desires which overwhelm his senses. "I want you. I wanna feel your lips on me." He hums in approval. "That’s it?"

He nods meekly despite wanting more. "Okay, baby. Your wish is my command." He leans down to softly trail his lips along his jaw. His lips press against every inch of his face, not caring to rush to where he wants them the most. "Please." The faint cry escapes him as he leans in closer.

"Finally showing some initiative." He gently tugs his mouth open and closes the distance. Their lips meet once more, this time much slower. Roman hesitantly trails his hands along his sides, causing him to laugh against his lips as he breaks the connection. "Always so gentle, huh?" He climbs off his lap to get on his knees between his legs.

He leans his cheek along his thigh, gazing up at him innocently. They both know it’s a cheap facade, yet that doesn’t seem to help his length straining further along his zipper. "I’ll be good for you, Rom. Just this once, okay?" He undoes his belt and button at an agonizing pace, watching his fists ball in frustration.

"So, you’ll do what I say?" He grates out, keeping his eyes on him. "Of course, anything." He reaches down and grasps his wrists tightly, causing his eyes to widen. "Stop fucking teasing me and suck my dick." He was past the point of reasoning; he was beyond fed up and tired of the constant teasing.

He releases his wrists harshly and tugs his face to his crotch. "Take me out. Now." He attempts to use his hands, and he quickly slaps them away. "Use your teeth." He peers up at him as he breathes harshly against his groin. He has never seen him like this before. With a curt nod of obedience, he brushes his nose along the fastener before taking the cold metal between his teeth. Carefully, he tugs it down, keeping his gaze up on him.

He feels him pulsing beneath his boxers and presses his nose against him, breathing him in like he is getting his fix of a drug he didn’t know he ached for. He frantically yanks down his boxers and is so close to taking him into his mouth when he suddenly stops him. He leans down slightly so he is eye level with him.

"Don’t be greedy. Savor what you’re getting from me." His lips quiver at the demand, yet he chews the inside of his cheek before nodding despite his ravenous nature clawing away at him. For him, he’ll take his time. He’ll be good.

He casts his eyes on his dick while his mouth waters. He leans down to kiss along the sides, his tongue poking out ever so slightly, trying to capture all of him. His sounds are faint, encouraging him to continue. He wraps his tongue around the tip and methodically takes him in. He is transfixed at the sight bestowed upon him. His hair catches the moonlight that managed to peer into the dark-tinted windows.

He looks like a celestial being. Roman whimpers and guides his head with the tense grasp he has on his hair. "Just like that, take it for me. I know you’ve wanted this for so…fucking long." He moans and bucks his hips, trying to keep his eyes open. Hollis hollows his cheeks around him as he bobs his head back and forth. Each time he brushes against his throat, he whines and grasps the side of his thigh tightly.

Roman throws his head back with a moan, driving him deeper into his throat. "Fuck! Stop!" He tries to push him away from him, but he is too far gone. He shoves his chest aggressively and presses his hips down, not allowing him any escape. The sounds coming from Hollis were animalistic and charged by something far past lust. The man above him is whining and whimpering, trying to get him to slow down at least, but it is all no use. This is to quench the need they have both been sharing over the course of years. 

He looks up at him, relishing the sight of him barely holding it together. With teary eyes, he looks down, reaching his breaking point. His boots dig into the floor as he presses him further into his groin. "Hollis!" He cries his name out as he shoots his load down his throat. Carefully, he tugs away with a faint smile. He is spent, breathing heavily against the leather seats.

Deep pants and huffs of solace fill the enclosed space, neither of them making a move to leave or fix their appearance. They settle into the silence, both questioning what occurred and what is next for them.

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[2deliicate]

i love this song baddd

[2deliicate]

i love living in this generation because where else would u find puppyboy!hollis if not tumblr

[highpriestprincessa]

Synopsis:: 𝘈𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦

Warning:: 𝘗𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘴 - 𝘴𝘶𝘣 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘴 - 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘴 - 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 - 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠:: 𝙿𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢!𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜 𝚡 𝚐𝚗!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎

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𝑀𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑'𝑠 𝑎 𝑃𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑦!

  ︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵︵         

  You were sitting on the couch, watching tv, twilight to be exact. Hollis was laid out on your lap. His head resting on your thighs. Placing small gentle kisses.

You tried to shift a little bit, trying to get more comfortable. But Hollis being the stubborn man he is, wouldn't let you move.

"hmm" he groaned in annoyance.

You chuckle, "baby I gotta move, I can't feel my thighs anymore"

"so you hate me? You don't love me anymore?"

"No sweetheart that is not what I meant"

You shift again, but this time he gets off you. He crosses his arms as he watches you lay down, moving to a more comfortable position.

Without hesitation he dives into your arms. Wrapping his arms around your waist. His face buried in your neck, his grip tight and unyielding.

Sleep was starting to come upon you, his scent was warm and familiar, so much it made your brain fuzzy. You could also feel him fall into a slumber, his grip was loosening, and he seemed to start to drool.

You reach out and grab the remote, turning the tv off.

You were about to fall asleep when...

*RING RING!!*

You sign, god you could never catch a break. You move to grab your phone, immediately seeing who the caller was. It was one of your coworkers. You answer the phone, expecting something, anything that tells you you don't have to go to work.

Yet you were always let down when she said you were expected at work. You groaned, you were exhausted. Why couldn't they call someone else in?

You swiftly got out of his arms, being careful to not awake him. Knowing if he were awake he would cling to you and beg you not to leave.

You were more than tired. You could barely keep your eyes open, let alone walk. You moved to the front door where your shoes were placed. You slip into them without care for tying the laces.

But before you walked out the door, you grabbed a blanket and put it over him. Making sure he was at least warm.

The scent of you engulfed him, making him think it was you instead of the blanket.

You placed a soft kiss on his forehead before leaving, making sure to turn off the lights as you were walking out.

...

You were already at your job, working as usual. Picking up boxes and putting them away.

It hadn't even been two hours yet, yet your phone was blowing up with messages from Hollis.

After putting a few boxes away you clocked out. Your arms were sore and more than tired. But nevertheless you were ready to go home.

You made your way to the car, almost tripping on a small rock. Luckily you didn't.

You opened your car door and hoped in. You adjust the seat before closing the door.

...

The drive there was filled with silence besides the music playing. You were so tired you couldn't think about singing to music.

The house slowly came into view, and you let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding.

You immediately park the car, and turn the engine off. You grab your phones and keys and get out of the car.

You were about to open the door, but it seems like it was already unlocked for you.

You walk through the door, and you're immediately met with a bear hug from Hollis. "I missed you so much" he said, his face in your hair, he was inhaling your scent.

"I'm still mad at you, you know" he ignored what you said and practically dragged you to the bedroom.

You didn't get a chance to even kick off your shoes before he placed you on the bed. He immediately placed himself between you. He used your thighs as a pillow.

You sighed, you were too tired to argue. You laid back, the pillow hitting your head softly. You reach your hand out and fidget with his ears. They were so soft and fluffy. They twitched when you moved your hand away, like they wanted you to keep on petting them.

"m still mad at you..." You said, yet your speech was slurred and filled with tiredness. "You can be mad at me tomorrow"

"I love you" he said, his voice muffled by your thighs.

Silence filled the room. He looked up and found you asleep. Your expression was one of peace.

His tail instantly wrapped around your waist. He curled up against you. Sleep overcoming him.

"I love you too..." You muttered quietly before slipping into a deep sleep.

[lyzz0fflin33]

🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

[antihumanfooorm]

close your mouth, open your eyes. - conromllis

chpt.1 → chpt.3 MASTERLIST

TLDR; hollis has know ryan since he was 15, they've always had something past friendly, but they'll never acknowledge that. at least not until hollis is introduced to roman. (title has nothing to do with the story, i just like that song)

texts + instagram posts @ end <2

sorry this is. bad. and short. next part will be better i promise.

taglist; @qiyokucakes @osx12-22 @2deliicate @ibelieveinfairyz

[magegodmode]

his muscles im passing away

[antihumanfooorm]

close your mouth, open your eyes. — conromllis

chpt.1 -> chpt.2 MASTERLIST

TLDR; hollis has know ryan since he was 15, they’ve always had something past friendly, but they’ll never acknowledge that. at least not until hollis is introduced to roman. (title has nothing to do with the story, i just like that song)

(ignore typos ok. im too lazy to redo.)

texts + instagram post @ end <2